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The sound of the puppy howling in reply made Haunt snort, her lips twitching into a smile. It sort of made her remaining ear want to fall off too, though it was endearing at the same time. It also gave her a pretty clear idea of the whelping den's location, though Haunt didn't move a muscle yet, waiting to hear from an adult first.

But no other reply came. Haunt pondered, licking her lips. She knew so little about raising pups. Perhaps the mothers were exhausted and hadn't heard her because they were catching some much-needed winks? Or maybe they were elsewhere, out of earshot? Was it customary to leave puppies by themselves? She couldn't really remember from her own childhood days.

Tentatively, Haunt picked up the rabbit and began to pick her way toward the source of the puppy's squeaky rendition of a howl. She didn't think the two leaders really minded if she came around their pups, though the yearling would make zero assumptions in that regard. Even if they welcomed her once, she would seek permission every single time she came around, simply because it would make her more comfortable that way.

She paused, the dead rabbit dangling from her jaws for a moment before Haunt set it down again. This time, she let out a questioning yip, her single ear thrusting forward to catch any replies.